A poem or something I wrote, inspired by an article this morning about one of the survivors of the massacre at the Bataclan theater in Paris.
MIDNIGHT IN PARIS
I’ve never seen a man walk so slow as he moves along the street
His eyes stare in the distance, focus on nothing
Not registering the flashing lights, the mournful cries
Or the chaos that surrounds him
I was having an interesting conversation on Ruben Navarette’s facebook page, started when one commenter said the following:
“It is unconscionable for us to have the power to take down ISIS but to do as little as possible instead.”
After rebuffing that notion, someone asked me this:
“What do you suggest we do? Sitting back and doing nothing while ISIS gets stronger is an invitation for more of last night and then some.”
Here is the long and the short of it. Even though we and other western countries have been hit a few times, ultimately, this is not our fight. The only way this is permanently settled is going to be by the countries and populations in the middle east. This is a civil war. It can no more be won by us than our own civil war could have been one if Briton fought for the north instead of the Union soldiers themselves. Read more »